(chapter originally by lolwritingcom on writing.com)
The world started to swirl and change around Fuuka. All the shapes around her turned into a single blur, and then everything stopped, and she found herself walking from the front of the classroom to her desk.
A wicked smile slowly formed on Fuuka's lips. Perfect! Everything had gone exactly as she'd planned. In Elizabeth's mind, she had just followed Fuuka into the classroom, expecting to watch her return to her desk and enjoy her "private moment." As the shocked and intrigued looks on her classmates' faces told her though, she had just realized that something had gone terribly wrong.
Fuuka calmly walked the rest of the way to her desk, sat down, and looked up to admire her handiwork.
Elizabeth was naked, bewildered, and once again uncertain what the strange sensation that had come over her was or what to do about it. Her cheeks pink, Elizabeth was distractedly running her hands up and down her thighs while her hips swayed awkwardly from side to side. "My... clothes!" she panted, looking right at Fuuka. For a moment Fuuka worried that she had messed up, and Elizabeth's memory was intact, but her tone was embarrassed, confused, not accusatory. Elizabeth was looking from face to face, dizzy and lightheaded, as if begging for help. "This... feeling... what did I do?" she asked to no one in particular, her knees wobbling. A few people giggled, putting things together and realizing what was happening to Elizabeth. "I... I need..." she mumbled, wracking her brains for the answer to what she needed...
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